Some say that it doesn’t exist. Others say that it can’t be done. I would say, go to Chile. A country stretching the length of Europe, yet only a mere few hundred kilometres wide at its widest. Nestling its toes in the Southern Ice Fields while its head bathes in everlasting sun, the Atacama Desert…
When travelling by motorcycle everyone expects the worst to happen one day, right? Yet sometimes, it’s the tiny, stupid surprises that screw you over. We had spent an amazing few days discovering Argentina’s Wild West, filling our lungs with dust and our boots with sand when disaster struck. Not on the bike, not on the…
Let me start this tale with honesty: I was wrong. Not completely wrong — but certainly mistaken. After having discovered Caleta Maria in Chilean Tierra del Fuego, I was no longer motivated to reach Ushuaia. I simply didn’t want to leave Caleta Maria, but due to a lack of food, that became non-negotiable. Leaving Caleta…
At night, the wind howls. During the day, the sea roars. Tread lightly, because at this place the earth feels different — drier, humble, and more robust. Every moss is a survivor. Every animal fights to stay alive. Life is harsh. Life is peaceful. Life is for the courageous few who decide to leave the…
Cueva de las Manos summarised for you: A story steeped in history with a highly adventurous touch to get there, more so if you put your confidence into maps.me. Camped in Patagonia National Park, we decided this was the perfect base to visit Cueva de las Manos. Just 156 kilometer of Argentinian gravel, fuel calculations,…
Where were we? Ah yes, I promised to tell you more about this brave new world, didn’t I? Or at least about the dreamy, washboardy, and unexpectedly pricey details. Argentina, here we go! Barely a few kilometers from the last border checkpoint, we parked our motorbikes to soak in the view. To our left, a…
Leaving a little part of myself forever lingering along the Carretera Austral, my wheels started turning towards Paso Roballos and into the unknown; our first border crossing of the trip. A tiny, hidden place nestled below the last Chilean mountains, marking the transition into the vast Argentinian plains. Riding out of Cochrane, it took us…
Close your eyes, listen to waves hitting the hull of the ferry, and feel the wind roaring above. Forget the rain for a moment. Try to fathom where in the world you’ve ended up: a tiny dot next to Chile, yet only three times smaller than Belgium. A final stop before the long road to…
After half a year of no off-road riding, we arrived in The Netherlands to get my wheels dirty once more. The first part of mud nearly brought me to tears. Not the brave and happy kind of tears, but the terrified kind because I couldn’t remember how I ever got through these sticky situations. No…